I am hoping people don’t misunderstand the nature of some of my writing. But if that happens, so be it. I am far from a perfect person, terribly far from a perfect writer. Maybe my sensibility is all wrong. Not always but sometimes. I recently wrote a short story that someone didn’t take kindly to. I am sorry for that. It is, however, borne in my own experience. I trained as a teacher near this area. I taught a young kid. I could see he didn’t enjoy school, and actually rarely attended. I always thought there wasn’t enough in the curriculum for him. After that I always wondered what happened to him. I don’t think it’s wrong for us to imagine the lives of others, but that’s just me. I do think all of the events that occurred in my story could happen, even if they didn’t happen to me. If anyone wants to find a theme here, it is about suffering and the human response to it. I don’t think I am the first person to write about that. Nor will I be the last. If no-one has ever expressed sadness over random terrible tragedies that haven’t directly involved them, I would be very surprised. Nevertheless, I can see the guy’s point. That’s about all I have to say, and I have said it before anyway. Interested readers might want to read my film reviews of Life is Beautiful and Central Station. Maybe my story is poorly executed. Who knows. All I know is it won’t be the best thing I’ll ever do in my life and it won’t be the worst. People want to believe in free speech, and then tell other people what to write, that’s okay. Just think it’s contradictory.